| Can’t say no shit that she ain’t heard before
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| Can’t buy no gifts that she ain’t got
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| (Before)
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| She’s been 'round playin' this all her life, you know
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| She say her daddy raised her right
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| He caught a serious bit when she was 6 years old
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| The biggest old dealer like to sell your soul
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| He kept his daughter in a paradise
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| He liked to dress her up like a China doll
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| Now when the Feds bust in shootin' rounds
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| He said, «Everybody in the house, hit the ground»
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| And it all went up in a cloud of coke
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| And mamma lay dyin' there on the ground
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| When the smoke disappeared
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| She flew away
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| That’s what they say
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| The poor little girl is a foster child
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| Led to the streets to run a-wild
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| Yeah, so it goes
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| Of the agony, all the pain
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| The worst thing she didn’t choose the road
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| Though it’s safe to stay on the railroad
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| But it’s never ever wrong to take her home
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| She’s flying
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| She’s flying, yeah
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| She’s flying
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| She’s flying, yeah
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| There was some love she loved long ago
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| She gave that man her heart
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| (And soul)
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| He was the one that made her blood run cold
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| Another bad time in her life
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| He had her walkin' the town sellin' her ass
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| They was makin' money till she broke her back
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| One day, how you do that?
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| Upside down on a bow when you’re smokin' crack
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| Somebody yelled from the back
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| Somebody get this hoe up off the floor
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| And called the fuckin' ambulance
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| Now here we go
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| With the black top
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| Could’ve been a star
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| But you know how it is
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| You can’t do shit when you’re injured
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| Plus these hoes out here is younger every day
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| Plus when he left, that was that
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| Never even noticed that he never came back
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| So fucked up from prescription pills
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| She’ll never trust the man again
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| No, now she’s crying
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| She’s flying
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| She’s flying, yeah |